When bitterness gets the best of you, you rant, you cry, you use your pent-up frustration and tears to ink your story.
Love. That’s everyone’s favorite story. You know what sucks though? It’s that twisted first love.
When your lover takes everything you have, satiates himself, takes you for granted, then decides to change his mind and go for someone else. But we love reading stories like that. We like writing stories like that. I mean, it’s nice to write about love, you know, the good kind. But then it becomes too mushy you don’t want to continue writing it, let alone, force someone to read it. But when that love turns into that other kind of love– the one you would rather flush down the toilet bowl– writing becomes easy. The ideas flow. When bitterness gets the best of you, you rant, you cry, you use your pent-up frustration and tears to ink your story.
But once bitterness had ran you out, there’s just nothing left to say.
So you find another love, get your heart broken, and that’s the time you can start writing again.